good lyrics in dance music

when they're not not the point?

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:18 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm on the record as saying that Crystal Waters is a really underrated songwriter.

― Neudonym, Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:19 (twenty-two years ago)

when they're not "not the point"

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)

Praga Khan to thread!

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)

"house is a feeling"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)

"all possee and crew/the future is before your eyes"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)

"you're neurotic like a YO-YO"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)

See also The Horrorist, selected Underworld (ie nothing off of _Second Toughest..._), mid-era Shamen, late-era Prodigy, BASEMENT JAXX.

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)

i only like dance music lyrics when they're in german

― robin (robin), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:23 (twenty-two years ago)

quotes pls

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:23 (twenty-two years ago)

i already listed basement jaxx!

"everybody rockin to the house crew bass"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:23 (twenty-two years ago)

(not a guarantee)

― robin (robin), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:24 (twenty-two years ago)

"i've been finkin, i've been sinking...ain't no super-catch, ain't no model...i'm just an ordinary boid"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:24 (twenty-two years ago)

x-post
if you're talking to me,jody,what i mean is that vocals on dance music piss me off most of the time,but i like some of the songs with german lyrics cause they maintain some sort of air of mystery or something

― robin (robin), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)

"cocksucker" (repeat X1000)

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:27 (twenty-two years ago)

I know what you mean; it wasn't directed towards you, just a general call for lyrics.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:28 (twenty-two years ago)

got my lipstick on
my bucci bag
and my prodski dress
and i am
ready to
rock.

― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:28 (twenty-two years ago)

"hello my name is bob and i'm calling from the psychic friends network for your reading...and it looks bad...as a matter of fact, your whole life looks BAHD...i'd say stay inside today, tomorrow, and forEVAH...cuz my chart is showing me your life is OVAH...have a nice day"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:29 (twenty-two years ago)

"Free your body/Feel the energy/Free your body/I'm on ecstacy"

"'What did you give me?" she asked. 'Ecstacy,' he said. And then... he FUCKED HER ALL NIGHT!"

"And the light blinds my eyes/Here comes Christ on crutches"

"Hyperreal feelin' flowin/Don't give up; you gotta keep goin'/Movin' up right to the very top-tip/And once you get there/You won't wanna quit/Climbin'/Ascending, rising/Harmonizing, fantasizing/Reeling feeling hyperreal/Only way to go; LET'S DO IT"

"I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated."

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:31 (twenty-two years ago)

"I'm having a laugh/With the roof off/Take your top off"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:32 (twenty-two years ago)

haha he owns he owns! puff puff give motherfucker sorry your girl fuckin up the rotation.

― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:32 (twenty-two years ago)

"God, I love myself! Wow, I'm touching myself!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:32 (twenty-two years ago)

"naked. drunk. and horny. adore me. naked. drunk. and horny. adore me."

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:33 (twenty-two years ago)

"we are the original acid house creators. we had all commericial house masturbators."

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:33 (twenty-two years ago)

haha "yeah, i knew she wuz no good fo you cuz she let me hit that shit once too"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:34 (twenty-two years ago)

"IT'S TIME FOR THE PERCOLATOR. IT'S TIME FOR THE PERCOLATOR."

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:34 (twenty-two years ago)

"you say ho, i say slut. big booty bitch, big ass butt."

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)

jess wins.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)

singy singy singy
like a bird on the wingy wingy wingy

― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)

"Don't try to fool me with your extra tit!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:35 (twenty-two years ago)

dj assault should be writing quotable notables

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:36 (twenty-two years ago)

desk calendar!!

― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:37 (twenty-two years ago)

march 4th: "watch you floppin up and down like a salmon on its back"

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)

jess what is that cocksucker song?

― sean g, Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Goth version:

"CHRISTIAN ZOMBIE VAMPIRES/I am the father, the father of NOTHING!"

"I still feel disemboweled..."

"Lies shift up and down/Everybody knows it's wrong/WHY DON'T YOU CARE?"

"I'm looking for this man/To sell him to other man/For twenty times his price at least"

"Hang your head in SHAME!"

"MUSCLE! MUSCLE!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)

So far and still no mention of the Outhere Brothers?

― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:47 (twenty-two years ago)

perry, you're slacking off.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:49 (twenty-two years ago)

"When I'm doin' what I'm doin' I'll be doin' what you want me to do."

― Rich, Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:50 (twenty-two years ago)

"House. What is house? Technotronic, KLF, the Yellow Magic Orchestra..."

"And the sky was beautiful,it went on forever..."

"Inspection! Everyt'ing ship-shape an' shine..."

"Shouting, mega mega white th-" [hey, come back!]

(do samples actually count? I think so)

"Giving them drugs, taking their lives away!"

― CharlieNo4 (Charlie), Thursday, 10 July 2003 19:54 (twenty-two years ago)

"I can envision a future where the brains of brilliant men will be kept alive in the bodies of dumb people"

― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:00 (twenty-two years ago)

there is also this: The Best Dance Music Lyrics... Ever!

― mitch lastnamewithheld (mitchlnw), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:01 (twenty-two years ago)

bah, that thread is two years old.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:03 (twenty-two years ago)

(I declared that I was no longer doing the Outhere Brothers joke anymore on some thread a couple of weeks ago.)

"I always looked up to my Auntie Marie/'Cuz she had three tits haning down to her knees/The nipples were popping right out of her gown/When her boobs caught the wind, she'd be flying around/As I got older, I made up my mind/To get me the biggest ones I could find!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:03 (twenty-two years ago)

"cocksucker" is by nausenblauten, i think

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:17 (twenty-two years ago)

"Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo Dildo PUTITIN PUTITIN PUTITIN PUTITIN!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:18 (twenty-two years ago)

There's some terrible pop dance track that takes all the lyrics from the Penelope episode of Ulysses.

― Lukas (lukas), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:21 (twenty-two years ago)

no no, no no no no, no no no no, no no there's no limit.

scooter lyrics

any "rap" by mister c.

the vengaboys chikki bow wow computer song has some, er, interesting lyrics.

er, taxi!

― frenchbloke (frenchbloke), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Clams on the half shell
And roller skates!

― Colin Meeder (Mert), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:28 (twenty-two years ago)

"freaky freaky bitches are what i like"

hat tip to jess for the dj assault comment...

― disco stu (disco stu), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Trax Records TX112: Adonis - I've lost control (1986)

too far gone,
ain't no way back
too far gone,
aint no way back

too far gone,
aint no way back
im too far gone
aint no way back

release my soul,
i've lost control
release my soul
i've lost control

too far gone
too far gone
too far gone
aint no way back

aint no way back
no way back
no way back
no way back

i'm too far gone
too far gone
too far gone
no way back

ive lost control
ive sold my soul
ive sold my soul
ive lost control

ive lost control
i sold my soul
in the darkness
bang the box

Bang the box
Adonis, lets go

Y'all start jackin off here
y'all start jackin off there
y'all start jackin off here

come on people
y'all start jackin your bodies, MOVE!

Adonis, can you jack the box?
can you feel the beat?
all the way to my soul
I think i've lost control

too far gone
too far gone
too far gone
no way back

no way back
no way back
no way back
no way back

too far gone
aint no way back

I'm lost in the music
I'm lost in the music
I'm lost in the music
I'm lost in the sound

I turn my body to the underground

too far gone
aint no way back
too far gone
aint no way back, lord
too far gone
aint no way back,lord
too far gone
can you help me?

as I hear the sound, I want to go underground
as I hear the sound, I want to move

― Mike Taylor (mjt), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:28 (twenty-two years ago)

"Is your crotch hungry, girl?/'Cuz it's eating your pants!"

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:29 (twenty-two years ago)

"Eins zwei drei vier fünf sechs sieben acht"

― disco stu (disco stu), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:29 (twenty-two years ago)

all of the vocal samples on early omni trio releases

― disco stu (disco stu), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:31 (twenty-two years ago)

"Eins zwei, Polizei"!

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:33 (twenty-two years ago)

bah, that thread is two years old.

Yeah, but Dominator still wins.

― flightsatdusk (flightsatdusk), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:33 (twenty-two years ago)

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Metroplex Records M-002: Model 500 - Night Drive Thru Babylon (1985)

Well ... I'm driving in a black on black in black Porsche 924.
Tempting fate for a little bit more.
My head is filled with techno beat, Metro Times, Face magazine.
Shadows out of time and space.
??? no place.

TIME SPACE TRANSMAT

Look at the way she stands
There she stands.

Contemplating contemptuously, the inferior designs ... and the
outmoded, underpowered and otherwise obsolete lifeforms.

TIME SPACE TRANSMAT

How could she possibly walk in those shoes?

TIME SPACE TRANSMAT

Excuse me, but isn't that black leather micro mini skirt a bit much?
I mean, it really is overkill, isn't it?
She says nothing.
The lights of passing vehicles reflecting in her mirrored sunglasses.
She looks at her watch, and I can see the liquid crystal display reflected, dancing where her eyes should be.

TIME TRANSMAT
SPACE TRANSMAT

The Porsche, not unlike a snake, sliding under the side of glass aquarium.
She slams the door behind her. And she reaches over and turns the steering wheel all the way.
And she says nothing the whole time. She just sort of sneers at you.
And you see your face ... the distorted reflection of your face in her mirrored sunglasses.

― Mike Taylor (mjt), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Respect the man in the ice cream van!

― Siegbran (eofor), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:38 (twenty-two years ago)

We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

― disco stu (disco stu), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:38 (twenty-two years ago)

nobody falling in love
everybody here needs a shove
and nobody's getting any touch
everybody thinks it means too much

and nobodys coming undone
everybody here is afraid of fun
any nobody here is getting any play
it is the saddest night out in the USA

― Mike Taylor (mjt), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:44 (twenty-two years ago)

good call

― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Swiss German
English
[David] D'Arbeit isch fertig, i chome hei
hocke i'n Sässel, strecke mini Bei,
drinke'nes Bier, loh dr Färnseh a,
d'Tageschou chont, es säit e Maa:
[David] I am done with work, coming home,
sitting down in a seat, stretching my legs,
and having a beer. I turn on the TV,
and a newscaster says:
[Stefan] "S'Wätter morn, das findt nid statt,
der Petrus isch leider Schach und Matt!
Dr nöchschti Biitrag isch worklich zwäg,
e Bricht über dr nöischti Disco Gäg.
Die nöischti Erfindig uf dem Gebiet
isch e Danz-Roboter, jojo, dä zieht!
Es blächigs Ding, zwei Meter gross,
und strahlt di aa, es isch famos.
Dank dene Strahle, isch er ou so naiv,
danzt jetzt jedermaa, und isch attraktiv!"
[Stefan] "There will be no weather tomorrow,
The weather gods are 'check mate' [bankrupt]!
The next story is really great;
it's about a new trend in dance clubs.
The most recent invention
is a dance robot-it's the rage!
It's a metal thing, six feet tall,
and radiates-it's just amazing!
Thanks to this radiation, everyone—even a
klutz—
can dance and is attractive!"
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
E schalte ab, das isch mir z'blöd,
go eis go zie mit mim Kolleg.
I dr Beiz, es schiisst mi grad aa,
i mache jo gar kei Froue aa!
I turn off the TV, it’s just too stoopid,
and decide to go get a drink with a friend.
In the bar—it really sucks!—
I realize that I don't turn on any women!
[Reto] "Hey, du, hesch im Färnseh gsee,
i dr Disco louft jetzt mee!
Jede danzt, benimmt sich banal,
alles nume wägem Roboter-Signal..."
[Reto] "Hey, have you seen on TV,
there's more going on in dance clubs now!
Everybody is dancing and behaving so silly,
all because of a robot signal..."
Jetzt löscht's mer ab, das is würklich doof,
alli si scho gsi, eifach jede Goof!
Mi Fründ seit: "He, du, göi-mer ou,
i dr Disco louft e riese Show!"
Now I am completely pissed off: it's really silly,
every kid has been there already!
My friend says, "Hey, let's have a look,
there is a great show going on in this club!"
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
Dance, dance, da-da-da-dance...
I finde's zwar pervers, doch i wehre mi nid,
i go jetzt halt eifach mit der Ziit.
I euser Ziit, was füre Kommerz,
machsch Liebi nüm eifach zum Scherz!
I think it is perverted, but I don't object,
I am just going with the flow, I guess.
Nowadays—what a rip-off—
we don’t make love just for fun anymore!
Mer hocke i dr Disco und gaffe-n-ume,
und ghöre sofort s'Roboter-Summe.
I däm Moment vergiss-i mis truurige Loos,
und danze-n-ume, hemmigsloos!
Alles schiint ganz eifach z'sii,
mit em Roboter bisch derbii!
In the club, we hang around,
and immediately we hear the robot humming.
At that point, I forget my misery,
and start dancing, unrestrained!
Everything seems to be simple;
with this robot you’re part of the crowd!
Scratching/stuffing session!
I merke nid wiä d'Ziit vergooht,
i bi di ganz Ziit voll uf Droht.
Plötzlich chonnt do zue of me,
s'hübschischte Gschöpf woni je ha gseh!
I lächle si aa, sie lächlet zrugg,
und gschaffe isch di zwüschemönschlich Brugg.
Mer gäbe euis d'Hand und göi a d'Bar,
suffe-n-es Coke, und verstöi euis, dasch klaar!
Time is passing quickly,
and I am completely into this thing!
Suddenly, somebody approaches me;
she’s the cutest babe I have ever seen!
She smiles at me, I smile back,
and we are hooked up!
We walk over to the bar, holding hands,
get some coca cola and have a hell of a time!
Unterdesse het sich mi Kolleg,
au guet amüsiert, genau so wie-n-ig.
Dä Danz-Roboter isch würklich phänomenal,
het mi hüt zobig erlöst vo minere Qual.
In the meantime, my friend
is having a good time too.
This dance robot is phenomenal;
it has relieved my pain for today.
Der Obig isch ume, i laade sie ii,
zu öppis sehr schönem und e guete Fläsche
Wii.
Sie seit sofort zue, und i bi grad high,
go schnäu zum Kolleg und sägem bye-bye.
The evening is coming to an end, and I invite
her
to something very nice and a good glass of
wine.
She accepts immediately, and I feel so high!
I just walk over to my friend and say bye-bye.
Chuum simmer duss und d'Musig isch wägg,
haut sie mir eis und seit "I'll never come back!!"
I bi fruschtriert doch mir fallt ii,
dass s'Roboter-Summe jo wäg isch gsii!
As soon as we are outside and the music
gone,
she whacks me and says, “I’ll never come
back!!”
I am frustrated, but suddenly I realize
that the robot humming is gone!
Ach wie isch ou s'Läbe trischt,
wenn wie n'ig eso allei bisch — Mischt!
Jetzt goni halt hei, wie immer alei,
und luege was i mache mit dere Sauerei!
Oh, life can be so sad
if you are alone, like I am—shit!
Well then, I have to go home, alone like
always,
and try to cope with this mess!
Daheim i der Wohnig goni go hole,
es Erbstück vo mim Vatter, en alti Pischtole.
Und d'Moral vo dere Gschicht:
"Vertraue der lieben Technik nicht!"
At home, in my apartment, I am digging up
the old gun that I have inherited from my dad.
And the point of this story:
”Don’t trust technology!”
Pängg!!!
Kaboom!!!

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:49 (twenty-two years ago)

(My God, I'd forgotten how great "Eins Zwei Polizei" is.)

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:52 (twenty-two years ago)

Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai

I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota
lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli

Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Poleteli, poleteli

Takaya lyubov', nereal-nyi polet
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi smekh
Iskusstvennyi sneg, I vse kak vo sne

I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota
lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli

Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:53 (twenty-two years ago)

SCOTT YOU RULE

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Er kam vom and'ren Stern
er landete nicht gern
es musste aber sein
der Sprit ging aus.

Die Luke, die ging auf,
da sprang ein Mann heraus
Ich sah ihn nur kurz an, Oje!

Er hatte gold'nes Haar
das glänzte wunderbar
Sein Blick, der war so scharf, aha!

Er war sehr attraktiv
und auch sehr muskulös
Er war ein Traum vom einem Mann.

Ref:
Fred vom Jupiter, Fred vom Jupiter
der Traum aller Fraun,
Du machst mich schwach.
Fred vom Jupiter, Fred vom Jupiter
Bleib für immer hier,
geh doch nicht fort!

Er kam mit in die Stadt
Die Frauen waren platt
Ein Traum von einem Mann
und jede wollte ihn.

Die Männer war'n nervös
und wurden furchtbar bös'
sie wurden nicht mehr angeseh'n.

Fred der sollte gehn
Er konnt' es nicht verstehn
Er sah es aber ein und ging.

Die Frauen weinten sehr
IhrFred der war nicht mehr
Der Jammer der war groß und blieb

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 20:58 (twenty-two years ago)

Oans, zwoa, drei Gsuffa! [Bavarian: One, two, three - guzzled!]

Singen, sangen, gesungen [German: sing, sang, sung]

The following recording was made by a university professor of German whose pronunciation does not reflect
any local mannerism. Further it is not a stage pronunciation but that of ordinary educated conversation.
Pauses on the record enable you to repeat and learn by imitation.

Streich-hölzer [Matches]

Seife [Soap]

Etwas Papier [Some paper]

Chorus:

Singen sangen gesungen (Repeat)

Vater unser [Our Father...]

Der Du bist im Himmel

Geheiligt werde Dein Name

Zu uns komme Dein Reich

Dein Wille geschehe

Wie im Himmel, also auch auf Erden

Until he is sure of himself the student should avoid using in conversation the second person singular or
plural. These forms are addressed only to individuals with whom one is on very close terms.

Chorus

During the winter he went on foot despite the bad weather, instead of his brother on account of the family.

[What now follows is the German translation]

Während des Winters

Ging er zu Fuss

Trotz des schlechten Wetters

Statt Seife [Instead of soap]

Wegen der Familie [back to the translation: "on account of the family"]

Chorus

At the pond near the mill

With slow steps

After sundown the frogs always crept

Since my youth

And hopped from one stone to another

Chorus

[What now follows is the German translation]

Aus dem Teich

Bei der Mühle

Mit langsamen Schritten

Nach dem Sonnenuntergang

Krochen immer die Frösche

Seit meiner Jugend

Und hupften von einem Stein zu dem anderen hinüber

Until last evening I went there to clear the forest for my father

Often against heavy rain

Without a coat around my body

And sometimes against my own will

Singen sangen gesungen

[singing]

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:02 (twenty-two years ago)

Chorus:
Oooh, oooh, Oooh, Oooh, oooh, oooh, ouch!
Get those dirty thangs off my crushed red velvet couch!

Verse 1:
You Politic and Bootlick, it seems you never give up,
but you can never sink this ship because it's built way too tough!
You wanna rock but you're pretentious, cause you have no style,
Making gains by the inch, moon walking by the mile!

Chorus

Verse 2:
It aint 'bout drugs or even battles, just the bass that makes you rattle,
In your corruption you are blind therefore you think that you should tattle.
(We're) coming at you like a truck with 4 wheel drive we're on the loose,
Play our vinyl and get live, 'cause we ain't your mothers goose!

Chorus

Verse 3:
Too many weasels in the woodwork, lots of turnips on the vine,
Don't think you've got my secret number 'cause I'm ahead of your behind!
Either you've got it or you haven't aint no time for make believe,
My bass is pumping and it's jumping like a monkey in a tree!

Chorus

Verse 4:
Don't try and clone me with those pumpkins that you think are HOT producers,
Monkey see is what they do , I've got them in my book as losers,
Your rappers cry and they berate when I dis 'em on the wax,
But that's the nature of the business so chill out, home boys, relax...

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:13 (twenty-two years ago)

"I'm Horny... Horny, Horny, Horny"

― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:16 (twenty-two years ago)

Also, the whole out-of-breath 400-pound Don Juan from "Perspex Sex" is my favorite vocal of the year.

― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:17 (twenty-two years ago)

I said I said I said I say - here's a lesson you don't get
I said I said I said I say - I loop the loop when I get lose
I said I said I said I say - Ignition ignite your night out
I said I said I said I say - all the slang that a boy can use
slang teacher no pain in the mouth
slang teacher no long in the tooth
slang teacher chew it up spit it out
slang teacher chuck your daddy out the room

watch the walk & watch the talk - you don't need no walking stick
watch the way you talk & walk - you don't use no parachute
a bottle & a knife & fork - comes on down so slick & quick
walkie-talkie watch that talk - what's the alphabet he picked

creature's the feature-creature's the feature
he's gonna eat-cha slang teacher slang teacher

gasoline gonna fill you up - gas'll get you out the door
gasoline gonna pump you up - made to pick you off the floor
gasoline gonna blow you up - then you'll never need no more
gasoline gonna chew you up - that's what you chew your million for

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Morning Midday & Midnight I gooooo
Billy Hyena's out on his feet
Hooting of laughter-Ducking the heat
Out on the badland you never meet
Billy Celeste & Billy O'Beef

1234 Billy's not a dinosaur
1234 trooper & a troubador
Dance hall convener-B. B. Hyena
know who I mean, yeh-Billy Hyena

Looks like a rolling stone in a car
Thinks that a city shine like a star
Your lucky car-Your lucky car
Thinks that a city shine like a star
Put on a blue slap-Put on a face
Camouflage drag don't go out of place
Breaking a boot & snapping a lace
Billy the soldier in a space race

Woh woh watch it-Billy's got a rocket
Woh woh watch it-Keeps it in his pocket

Billy Hyena the dancer at large
You know his true color is camouflage

Ole Billy Hyena out on his feet
Runs in the bush, yeh-Not in the street
You may well seek but you'll never meet
Billy Apollo rocking the heat
He was once here but he disappear
We were once here but we disappear
I am now here but I disappear
You are all here but you'll disappear
You'll disappear You'll disappear
You'll disappear You'll disappear

People!! People!! People!!

Billy Hyena Billy contest
Billy O'Beef Billy Celeste

Domino assasino commandante Hyeno

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:21 (twenty-two years ago)

In my young life I have received
Callers as though they were Christmas Eve.
Disappointed and I don't know why?
She gave me laughter and hope
And a sock in the eye.
(A love like this is sealed with a kiss)

In my young life and I know something now.
I've never tried to create a wow.
Wows are few frustration more common.
Now I can feel it in my soul,
That's why I gave the come on.

Kiss me with your mouth.
Your love is better than wine.
But wine is all I have.
Will your love ever be mine?

Faces fall before my feet.
Like blood onto a clean white sheet.
When I grow old I won't forget
To innocence my only debt.

Wow I feel so fresh today.
Barefoot in the snow to make love in the hay.
The stars are bright in the abyss,
Now I can feel you in my arms
I explode inside your kiss.

― scott seward, Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:28 (twenty-two years ago)

I feel love...

― Mike Taylor (mjt), Thursday, 10 July 2003 21:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, I instantly think of UR's track 'Transition'. One of the most inspiring lyrics I've heard in recent times.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 11 July 2003 00:21 (twenty-two years ago)

I can't find those lyrics on the net. Anyway you have to hear them in the context of the track to be really moved and inspired. And it's a Mad Mike track, not a UR one (if that makes any diff).

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 11 July 2003 00:59 (twenty-two years ago)

We are here in this holy cave today
to celebrate
the reincarnation of Domingo de Santa Clara,
the man who convinced us that there is no Lord,
for His name is Buddha, Allah, Shiva, Jahve,
outside our bodies.

We are God
'cause only we can create the idea of His existence in our holy brains.

Je deteste l'idee de dieu et de son fils
C'est une des idees les plus diaboliques
Dans l'histoire entiere de l'homme

Let us pray to our souls and our spirits!

Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before
Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before
Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before
Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before

Domingo of Santa Clara
you made us believe that you are no phantom when without.
This light is but a fascination,
you preach oh brother Domingo

We all know Domingo of Santa Clara will be born today, tomorrow, and the day after.
Billions of times
'til the end of the universe,
where with a smile on his face as the last of our species watches
the catastrophe.

Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before
Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before
Domingo you showed me just nothing like no one before

Yello: "Domingo"

(Most Yello tracks weird but witty lyrics, this one's my particular favourite.)

― Tuomas (Tuomas), Friday, 11 July 2003 07:15 (twenty-two years ago)

"Hallo"
"Hallo, ??"
"Oh dear, you have phone"
"Yeah, hey guy, tell me about your menicure"
"I love you and feel the groove"
"Tell me about it, is it the true"
"It's true, yes, it's true"
"Don't fool about, it's dangerous"
"Don't worry, baby gold"
"Everything is same as all"
"Everything is the same"
"Oh, I love you"
"Me too"
"I love you"

― Jacob (Jacob), Friday, 11 July 2003 07:48 (twenty-two years ago)

"Girl it's a christmas thing, I want you to suck my candy cane"

++squelch++ ++slurp++ ++sl-lurp++ ++s-squelch++

― Jacob (Jacob), Friday, 11 July 2003 08:04 (twenty-two years ago)

that new Gary Numan/Plump DJs collab. - okay i can't remember what he's on about but its got a good chorus

― stevem (blueski), Friday, 11 July 2003 10:04 (twenty-two years ago)

X-Press 2 'I Want You Back', Medicine 8 'Rock Music Pays Off'

― stevem (blueski), Friday, 11 July 2003 10:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Parents! Where's your child? Do you know? Look around...nowhere to be found...

Best DJ Assault line - "Bitch don't laugh / I'm a give you a tongue bath"

This thread is proof that dance music has the best lyrics of any genre ever.

― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Friday, 11 July 2003 10:21 (twenty-two years ago)

Green Velvet owns this bitch. Especially "Stranj".

"As I walk down the same old street, it seems different than before, and I see Elaine sitting on her apartment and she says to me I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T AMOUNT TO SHIIIIIIIIIT, it's so strange, how my life has changed, it's so strange, how my life has changed, things aren't the same

"When I get home I walk into the bathroom, and look into the mirror, I'm startled by what I see, a reflection that's not me, it's so strange, how my life has changed, it's so strange, how my life has changed, it's so strange"

And it's mostly in the delivery with Velvet aswell, it's so mocking and semi sincere that it just amounts to a total guffaw at the human condition I think, which in some sense dance music is anyway.

― Ronan (Ronan), Friday, 11 July 2003 16:21 (twenty-two years ago)

I went to a party and what did I see
The girls were wearing leather skirts and see thru jeans
I asked the deejay to tell me what was going on
He said Freestyle's having a FREAK-A-THON!!!!

― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Friday, 9 January 2004 07:09 (twenty-one years ago)

"Sie sagt: "sugar sweet,
Jah' got me rapp'in to the heat!"
Ich verstehe, sie ist heiß,
Sie sagt: "baby, you know,
I miss my funky friends,"
Sie meint jack und joe und jill.

Dort singen's:
"dreh' dich nicht um, schau, schau,
Der kommissar geht um!
Er wird dich anschau'n
Und du weißt warum.
Die lebenslust bringt dich um."
Alles klar, herr kommissar?

Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man?
Did you ever rap that thing jack?
So rap it to the beat!"

― roxymuzak, Friday, 9 January 2004 16:58 (twenty-one years ago)

Yeah

Yeah baby you know

When you wake up in the morning what's the first thing you reach for?
Open your eyes, hit the sky...
No, it ain't coffee, it ain't tea

It's me

And you want more and more every day
Every hour
Every minute
Every second

Shoot, don't you wish you could have some of this bottled?
Take it to to work with you, set it on your desk,
All your friends could ask you about it,
And then when the time came

(ludicrously nasty synth riff)

Now you know you need more than one a day.
You need to double up on your dosage, baby.

Every time you're with me, I can see it in your eyes.
Hell, I can see it in your thighs!

Reach on over, I'm gonna show you a thing or two,
Or three, or four, or five, or twelve...

-- Gotta give me what I want
Gotta give me what I need --

Yeah that's right
So how was it for you
Did that do it for you?
Cause I can do it again, and again, and again.

Yeah, you know it. You know you know it.
You know I like it freaky, the freakier the better. What's the next-door neighbors doin? Let's call them over. Was that the doorbell? Maybe it was the mail lady, call her up. Does she have a puppy?

I'm gonna have to change your name
to "MINE"

(all in deep black man's voice) ("Perspex Sex" Free Form Five - (Ewan Pearson Mix, duh!!))

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 21 July 2004 21:27 (twenty-one years ago)

I both love and hate Tracer Hand.

― Lukas (lukas), Thursday, 22 July 2004 03:24 (twenty-one years ago)

I found a sound sample though:

http://www.tunes.co.uk/tunes/featured/8362.html

(you're right about the synth riff)

― Lukas (lukas), Thursday, 22 July 2004 03:24 (twenty-one years ago)

I mention "Perspex Sex" upthread - Tracer rulez for transcribing!!!

― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Thursday, 22 July 2004 06:26 (twenty-one years ago)

"But it's hard to ride, baby, when you're livin in a fascist dream"

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 25 August 2004 21:54 (twenty-one years ago)

oop it's "when your eyes hit the sky" I think, not "Open your eyes, hit the sky"! *Opens eyes* *hits sky* *sky rains angrily*

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 25 August 2004 21:55 (twenty-one years ago)

"I'm horny. Horny horny horny. So horny. Horny horny horny."

Maybe not.

― JTS, Wednesday, 25 August 2004 23:19 (twenty-one years ago)

"Right, of course in dance music lyrics are decorative and perfunctory and "not the point," but what about when they're not?"

The Rockmelons' "Love's Gonna Bring You Home". A 1994-ish garage house tune that I think would make an awesome R&B ballad:

"An open ticket",
That was all you said
Thousands of reason
runnin' through my head

Every one is sure
Sure to make you stay
Hey baby...
You know it don't work that way

But our love
Is strong
Do what you have to do
I wouldn't stop you know
Love's gonna bring you home

Bring you home...

****

The key here is in the delivery, as the guys really sounds like he knows the relationship is over, and the chorus is just wishful thinking.

Also, I can't believe Kristine W.'s "Feel What You Want" hasn't been mentioned yet:

The sun rises at nine
departs at five
Ain't doing overtime no more
Because in this world of color
The brightest picture
is plugged right into your wall

And maybe there's a million people singing shoeshine blues
To no one that they've ever met before and
Indifference is a drug that I see people buy
at the local store, local store
You, you, you think a little love is all you need
But love is such a small thing can't you see
I think you'll find it sits in a book and
changes the words that you read

You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be
Oh
You just feel what you want it to be
What you want it to feel
What you want it to be

― Tantrum The Cat (Tantrum The Cat), Wednesday, 25 August 2004 23:43 (twenty-one years ago)